Hello again. This week I am going to share another piece of my writing with you all. This isn’t a poem though, this week I decided to switch it up and share the first chapter of a story that I am writing. I have been writing it for a while now, and plot has always been a struggle whereas imagery and descriptions come naturally to me. I would love any and all criticisms of my work. I will warn you though, it is quite serious and not too funny, at least in the first chapter. And if you all want to see more of the story, please let me know as well. Thank you all so much for responding so positively to my work, I really appreciate it, I do. Anyway, without further ado, here is the first chapter of my story.



Chapter 1


This wasn’t the first time I’d stayed up till 2 a.m., but this time it felt different. I was sitting on my bed looking out the window as I did every night, but something felt off, more so than usual. Ever since Gale had died, things had been different. I stayed up longer, and I would cry silently. People often don’t know that there is a difference between sobbing and small droplets of pain slipping down your cheeks at 2 a.m. And then there is the third and possibly worst type of crying: crying internally. When your body is so overcome with both emotion—and the lack of it—that it physically cannot produce tears, and so you feel your blood freeze, and your soul aches until it hurts so much you can’t take it.

Tonight was one of those nights; I was sitting on the fraying, faded images of birds that held on resiliently to my ancient blanket while watching the unusually bright moon through my window. The moon was possibly my best friend besides Hal and Nick, though they considered themselves my only friends, and for good reason. But the moon isn’t a person, so I guess it’s alright. I could see Nick rolling his eyes at my semantics and it brings a small shred of light to me, but then quickly fades. I see Gale laughing at our quarrel, her silvery laugh that always sounded like bells ringed in my ears and that light fades even further.

Shaking my head, I look back to the window to steady myself. The moon didn’t take the darkness away, but it made me unable to see it. The darkness was still there but just not visible. I knew that I would have to fall asleep soon because if I didn’t, I would not be able to get through school the next day. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and tried not to think about Gale. Or school. Or school without Gale.

5 thoughts on “Chapter 1 A.D. March 8, 2019”

  1. This is so good! It made me feel like I was there and I already want to know more about the setting and characters. I would love to see another chapter!

  2. I remember when you were writing this earlier this year, I think. I don’t remember what year your started writing it. I’m really happy that you started writing it again cause I was really excited about it when you first started writing.

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